friday cain;
GENERAL DETAILS.
FULL NAME: gabriel smith friday cain is his legal name NICKNAME(S): stage name is friday AGE: 27 PLACE OF BIRTH: southern usa CURRENT LOCATION: usa (verse dependent) ETHNICITY: white GENDER: man PRONOUNS: he/they SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual/hypersexual RELIGION: athiest, raised christian OCCUPATION: famous musician SPOKEN LANGUAGES: latin, english VOICECLAIM: spencer charnas SPECIES: human
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.
FACECLAIM: joseph quinn HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: black, curly, and long COMPLEXION: pale EYE COLOR: dark brown doe eyes HEIGHT: 5'9 BODY AND BUILD: lanky and slender TATTOOS: MANY; he has a biblically accurate angel on his chest, and other horror media and blasphemous tattoos, has devil wings on his back PIERCINGS: nipples, both ears three times, right nostril SCARS: ? FEATURES: permanently sharpened canines, dark fashion- lots of black SIGNATURE SCENT: cinnamon, sandalwood, leather, and cigarettes
HEALTH.
MENTAL DISORDER(S): borderline personality disorder, ptsd OTHER DISORDER(S): adhd DRUG USE: excessively ALCOHOL USE: excessively
PERSONALITY.
LABEL(S): snarky, poetic, romantic, sarcastic, mischievous, loves pulling pranks and fucking with people MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
BACKSTORY.
⚠︎ tw: religion / CSA / conversion camps / torture ⚠︎
You grew up suffocated by holiness, raised by a family who prioritized God over their own children's wellbeing. Your father was a devout pastor, and your mother was his loyal sheep. Your siblings didn't give a single shit about you, and you spent most of your days alone, your knees sore from praying, your brain filled with scripture.
You tried your very best to appease your father, and your heavenly one, attending church every Sunday and taking notes in bible class, the margins of your papers filled with little doodles of devils and pitchforks, which you hid from prying eyes.
Despite your devotion, your faith was shaky. You saw flaws in the church, in the lessons taught. You knew you were different, that you didn't fit in with the things your father preached. You filled a journal with your thoughts, keeping it hidden under a plank of wood underneath the floor.
You were in the church's choir, and it was your only real escape. You loved singing and were very good at it, so good, that your choir teacher expressed a special interest in you. You were delighted to have his attention on you and did your best to make him proud.
When his interests took a perverse turn, your world came crashing down. You went to your father for help, for any semblance of the grace he preached of. Instead, he turned his nose up and demanded you pray for salvation. He claimed it was **YOUR FAULT**, that you tempted your choir teacher and needed to pray the sin away.
Your mother decided to chime in, showing your father your secret journal entries, where you expressed your discomfort with God and the way you saw yourself differently, how *both* girls and boys earned your lustful glances.
Your parents were distraught, and you felt like your world was ending. Before you could do anything about it, you were whisked away to a conversion camp, where they subjected you to a large amount of horrors. They tortured you psychologically and physically all in a fruitless attempt to change who you were.
You were resilient, and no matter what they did, you persevered. When they realized there was nothing else they could do, you were released back into the world, where your parents turned their backs on you.
You were sent to live with your estranged aunt, who took you in graciously. She helped you explore your love of music, encouraging you to take the power of it back from your choir teacher. You sang in her band, and soon enough, your talents were recognized.
You became a famous rockstar, singing your songs of blasphemy and the church's flaws, reaching the hearts of many.













